He got up from the bed and then, reaching down, he unsnapped her jeans, tugging them and her panties off in one movement. Cupping her behind the knees, he pulled her towards the end of the bed. “This pretty, wet pussy… was all I could think about for days after I saw your show.”
“I could tell,” Vida said wryly, remembering how many women had shared his bed when he first got out of prison.
“Their nipples weren’t as pink as yours.” Leaning over her, he took a nipple between his fingertips, pinching and twisting gently until Vida’s hips squirmed on the bed. Letting it go, he reached for the other nipple, playing with it until Vida started rubbing herself against the front of him. His cock lengthened behind his unbuttoned jeans.
Releasing her nipple, he straightened once again.
“Their pussies weren’t as tight as yours.” Colton thrust a finger into her already wet pussy. Vida’s hips thrust back needing to feel him thick and full inside of her. He was only giving her touches to drive her passion higher.
“Colton, I need you,” Vida whimpered.
“They damn sure didn’t taste like you.” Vida whimpered again, knowing what was next. Colton raised her up to his mouth. The only part of her left on the bed was the back of her head.
Colton wrapped her calves around his shoulder and went down on her already wet clit, his tongue laving, wringing moans from her as he drove her mindlessly into a climax which he let her ride out on his tongue. She hadn’t stopped shaking when he lowered her hips back to the mattress. Spreading her thighs wider, he notched his cock at her entrance.
“Fuck me. Please, just fuck me,” Vida begged him unashamedly.
Colton slid his cock in her wet heat before thrusting fully inside. Vida arched as he slid deeper, moving in an out in a slow rhythm that had her thrusting back, trying to get him to go faster.
“Harder. I need it harder,” Vida begged.
Colton used his palm to pull back her mound until her clit rested on his cock.
“Baby, I’m always going to give you what you ask for.” He thrust high and hard within her, holding her shoulders to the bed. Each thrust rubbed her clit, sending shards of pleasure inside of her that were so intense that she was unable to hold back the climax storming her body. Her wildly bucking hips had him lowering his body over hers as his thrusts became harder, capturing and sharing the same orgasm which became as primal as it was loving. He gave her the essence of himself with a final thrust, committing his body and soul as she gave hers in return.
“That was beautiful,” Vida whispered, unable to stop clinging to him.
“That was how I felt when I first saw you...” Colton said, not wanting her to let him go.
Chapter 20
Vida stood nervously by Colton as he knocked on his parole officer’s door. Colton opened the door when the voice told him to come inside. She had wanted to wait outside, but Colton had refused to let her leave his side. Giving in, she now found herself under the scrutiny of a large man behind a desk. If his hair hadn’t been black and long, worn in a ponytail, he would have been a ringer for Santa. However, the man sitting behind the desk had anything other than a jolly look on his ruddy face.
“Dax, I wanted to check in today, I have several appointments scheduled for tomorrow. I had to fire one of my artists so I’m short staffed,” Colton explained to the man, who from the looks he was giving Colton, could care less about his explanations.
Dax leaned back in his chair. “Is that right?”
“Yes.” Colton gave the probation officer a sharp look. Vida was beginning to feel that he also was sensing that something wasn’t right.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us, Colton?”
“Dax Carter, this is Vida Bell. She’s my fiancée.” Vida looked at him in surprise. She must have been asleep when he’d proposed because she damn sure didn’t remember it.
“You don’t waste much time, do you, Colton? The ink’s barely dry on your divorce papers and you already have a new fiancée.”
“Maybe not, but they are signed and it’s legal,” Colton countered.
“Have a seat, Colton. You too, Ms. Bell,” Dax said, pulling open a folder on his desk.
“I’m glad you stopped by. I had to change your schedule, and now that you’re here, it saves me the trouble of emailing it to you.” Dax leaned forward, handing Colton a piece of paper that he picked up off his desk. Colton took it from him.
Vida began to get worried when Colton took several minutes, reading over it. She had promised she wouldn’t leave without him to find Sawyer. If his probation schedule didn’t give them enough time to get to Indiana and back, then he wouldn’t be able to go. She wouldn’t break her promise to him, which meant she could lose Sawyer forever.